We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!